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fucks the silence
sickly twisted in my soul
lightly flavored with kindness
I hunt the shadows
you are stalking me
I am tasting you
salt on hard cock after a night in Bangkok
cunted truth culted desire
your hate tastes like cream
I feel it rise inside me
you push at my barriers
you want me to break
snap, so you can see my insides
I'm a tasty little tart heady with need
I remain chaste, you don't really desire me... darkly
when I connect with my black tablet, you'll feel it in your balls
a little electricity should do you
I am so fucked...
why did you touch me there?
infected rain, I weep for your heart
sorrow shall be my friend no more
the harlot of filth rises
in my shame you are victorious
but I am shameless
my eyes close and I see you there watching
fucking my vision
penetrating my truths
have you found me yet?
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